to come from a space of love
is at times a hurdle to overcome
when i see the puppet-show
unfolding around me
i get fired up
not always with a smile upon my face
its hard to do in this marketed retail space
but i’m aware of that line
that quintessential line thats drawn
in the sand
all around
even between my brows
a confusion created
upon the clashing
of the left and right brain
of what should be and what is
i can see both or so i think…
so i think….
so i think…
when i let it all go
happiness and love emcompass all
above and below
in all elements and the ether that surrounds
thats not when i reside in the valley
the valley lends to a frown
a hurt back and bore-down shoulders
when i retreat up into the mountains
i cant help but rejoice
to open my hopeful eyes
to take deep breaths
slowing down time
however, my family’s roots
are of hard work under the sun
in the expansive valley
of the desert turned farm land
of california’s san joaquin…
where education is all a charade
i guess its like this everywhere
in some form, regarding whats in fashion
but especially here in the thick
grey polluted air
coming from the conglomerate
of los angeles… the city of angels?
that polluted air is breathed
in shallow breaths
by the plants, by the residents
held in a cloud
between the surrounding mountains
the only way i know how to change this
perspective that i see in this place
is by moving away
by gaining a different view
one with a birds eye
with occasional short visits
while holding my breath
being sure not to stay too long
as suffocation seems to come along
not to worry i’ll still have some breath
just enough to escape a physical death
giving giving giving
until there’s almost nothing left
i love my family, this is true
but its not enough
to convince me that here
is where i should move